Waiting Tables ((Canada??))

[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

Feliks flounced out of the dressing room. The petticoat things made the dress come up super high. It was almost like a ballerina’s but totally not that high. The wide pink fishnets were cool and they totally matched the lipstick he’d brought with him. He smiled in the mirror. He looked totally fab and was so ready to serve some drink.

The high heels didn’t bother him at all. Not like that bitch that looked like she was going to break her ankle or something. He stepped around her—so didn’t need to run into someone on his first day.

Someone handed him drinks and pointed to a table with giggling women. Feliks smiled. He could so totally handle this.

He sashayed over to the table. “Ladies,” he said, setting down the tray. “Your drinks.” He smiled at them. They giggled and cooed. One called him cute. Feliks mentally labeled them. Ho-bag, her slutty friend, Bitch-face, feminist, feminist, divorcee, total lesbian, and he would have gone with straight girl had she not been stroking the smug lesbian’s hair and holding her hand. How bizarre.

Oh well. As long as they tipped good, Feliks was fine. He was going back to the kitchens when there was a small scuffle in the corner with a patron or one of the waiters. Feliks turned and looked. That was a mistake. He took a wrong step or someone bumped him but he wobbled. His ankle rolled precariously in his shoe before his knee buckled and he knew he was going down.

It all happened in slow motion, the ground slowly rising to meet him and the dull noise of the club around him growing faint. Feliks flailed wildly, dropping the tray and reaches his arms out to break his fall.

[Matthew Williams]

Matthew wobbled on the high heels as he tried to hold a tray with drinks steady. What were these people thinking, giving men high heels to walk on? He kept swaying, almost falling over a couple of times. Though by miracle, he managed to stay upright. Matthew wasn’t made to wear these kind of shoes. Nor the rest of the outfit, really. He would never understand why his employers would occasionally be trying to make guys look like girls. He was aware that certain outfits could be… pleasing to the eye. But if one wanted a man, they should look like a man… right? Maybe it was just some kink he didn’t quite understand.

When he finally reached the table he needed to be, he carefully placed the tray on the table. “Here are your drinks.” He said while handing out the drinks to some male customers. When he was done he wanted to walk (or stumble, with those damn heels) away again, but he was stopped by a hand. A hand on his ass, to be exact. It wasn’t one of those quick pinches that everybody here would get occasionally either. No, this guy wasn’t even trying to cover up the fact that he was groping him, getting a good feel at the boy’s bottom.

Matthew let out a (very unmanly, and he cursed himself for that) squeak, and covered his ass with his own hands, so the guy wouldn’t have anything to feel anymore. He faced the man, face red in embarrassment. “I-I am n-not one of those employees, s-sir.” He informed the man, trying to sound strict, though the stutter in his voice defeated that purpose. The other employees seemed so good in telling off the customers when they went to far. He could only hope it was something he would learn in time.

Matthew stumbled a couple of steps backwards to get away from the table. Though he didn’t really look where he was going or what was happening behind him. He let out a yelp as he felt someone grabbing onto him. Matthew lost his balance and was dragged to the floor along with the other.

[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

It was not the graceful fall that heriones do in the movies where the male lead manages to save them. Nor was it the sudden, quick fall in which the faller simply disappears from view with an off-camera yelp and crash. Oh no, this was a slow motion fall. Feliks flailed, hoping for a table or rich patron to stop him.

Feliks yelped as he felt someone fall with him. The tray clattered to the floor. At least it he wasn't carrying drinks or anything class. He looked down. Oh dear, it was that quiet boy. Feliks was now practically nose to nose with him and their limbs were tangled and not in the nice we-totally-just-had-sex way.

"Oh my God!" Feliks said, trying rise. "I'm like so sorry I totally did not mean to like do this." He struggled to get up, but ended up falling again on the boy. His face was beat red and his eyes burned red as he became aware of what the patrons' reactions. Oh God! This was so embarrassing.

"At least we're not like ah girls, otherwise we would have totally like gotten our boobs like tangled," Feliks babbled. "I mean like that would be like so much more like embarrassing right like now I mean, totally?" He babbled when he was nervous. The cute shy boy was totally like not saying anything. So Feliks had to like talk extra otherwise it'd be awkward, right? "And this is like totally my first like day like here so like it totally won't like ever happen again."

[Matthew Williams]

For Matthew, the fall was over in just a couple of horrifying seconds. In a reflex, he had closed his eyes and tried to protect his face with his arms as much as possible. He didn’t know what had made him fall, and in his disoriented state, this was the best way he knew to protect his head from bumping into a table or banging against the floor. Though unlike he had expected, his landing was quite soft. Softer than the floor should be.

Matthew just laid still for a moment. After his mind had caught on and confirmed that he wasn’t falling anymore, he opened his eyes. The blush from before hadn’t yet left his face, but upon seeing the position he was in with his co-worker, it intensified at least tenfold. In the meantime, the one beneath him was just rambling on about all sorts of things, not giving Matthew a chance to speak. Something about getting their boobs tangled if they were girls? Wait, wasn’t this…? A quick glance down to his co-worker’s chest told him that, no this wasn’t a girl. Well, at least that made it a bit less awkward. He felt guilty already, but if it was a girl he had landed on, it would’ve even been worse.

Though he was facing his colleague, he just knew everybody around them was staring at the odd scene (and probably getting some sick, perverted pleasure out of it). “I-I… I’m sorry!” He practically yelled in the other’s face. Though with his quiet voice, it probably didn’t sound any louder than how someone would usually talk.

Desperate to get out of their awkward position, Matthew started to untangle their limbs and got up from the other quickly. A bit too quickly it seemed. In his haste to get up, he had momentarily forgotten that he was currently wearing heels and that his ankles weren’t made for those. He struggled to regain his balance, but succeeded eventually. Then he extended his hand to the guy on the floor to help him up.

[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

Feliks was blushing in embarrassment. It didn't help when the boy screwed up his face and apologized in a moderately loud voice. Oh God. He just had to fall into a shy person. Oh God this was going to be so awkward. Feliks just wanted to die, right then and there. Just have the earth swallow him up. Right. Now. Instead the boy struggled on him and Feliks blushed. Oh God, the patrons were ogling them. Feliks swallowed. Oh fuck.

The boy managed to get up, even though he struggled and tottered dangerously. Feliks stared at the hand that was offered to him. He hesitated. He didn't want to pull the boy over. He seemed knew to heels, but there was something about the boy's stance that looked... solid somehow.

He placed his delicate fine-bonded hand into the boy's larger, more masculine hand and looked up. At least the boy didn't seem to be mad at him. That was a good thing. Feliks let the boy help him up.

"Ah, ah, I'm really ah like totally sorry about that, like I totally don't like ah normally do that," Feliks said, looking anywhere but the boy's face. God this was so embarrassing. He tugged at the edge of the dress, flushing deeply. Oh shit! He was still holding the boy's hand and he dropped it like a hot coal. "Here," he said quickly, popping down to gather the two trays. "Let me get these."

[Matthew Williams]

Matthew made sure to stay up straight when he helped the other up. His ankles protested a bit, but he didn’t let that show. They had been protesting the whole night anyway. It was a miracle that he hadn’t fallen over any sooner.

The other started apologizing, and Matthew shook his head. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for landing on you. I’m… not used to these heels yet.” He admitted shyly. The blond in front of him had said he was new here. So Matthew felt a bit better about it. At least he wasn’t the only one who was new and embarrassed. “I’m…” Matthew cleared his throat, hoping his voice would work with him. “I’m new here too.” He admitted.

The shade of pink that lingered on the boy’s cheeks brightened a bit again as he realized his co-worker was still holding his hand. The other dropped it soon, but the atmosphere that was left between them was awkward. Though the guy seemed to be pretty good at breaking awkward silences, since he was already offering to get the trays on the floor.

“T-thank you.” Matthew said softly as he took the tray from his co-worker. He didn’t dare look at him, so he just studied the tray in his hands while he fiddled with his fingers, that had a tight grip on the thing.

[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

Feliks looked at the boy, who was totally new here too. He was moving and Feliks could [i[feel[/i] everyone staring at them. This was just awkward.

"Yeah, like heels totally like take time getting used to," Feliks said, placing a hand on the boy's back, not touching his bum but decidedly lower that what the average frat boy would be comfortable with. It was all for the patrons. "I could totally like teach you how to walk in heels, so like it wouldn't be a probably. And it's like totes fine about falling I mean it's not like you're morbidly obese, so it's like cool."

He guided the boy back to the kitchens. "You're like super quiet," he said before realizing he still had his hand on the small of the boy's back. Oh God. The boy was going to think he was such a freak. He sat down in the waiting area. He'd have to go back out soon and wait on his table, but right now he wanted to sit. The bench was small, really more like a large chair, with room enough for two, if they squished.